Broken Oath: I Left, He Regretted-Chapter 113: She’s Pregnant

After I asked the question, the kitchen was engulfed in silence.

I looked into Julian Sinclair’s deep-set eyes, emotions I couldn’t comprehend swirling in them, before he finally spoke heavily, "How do you want me to answer?"

My heart sank; I opened my mouth, but my throat felt blocked.

Before I could gather my thoughts, he took half a step closer, asking, "Or, what kind of answer do you want?"

Gazing at his intense eyes, I only felt anxious and restless inside.

Then, I took a deep breath, turned around to wash my hands, and quickly walked to the living room to grab my bag.

I took out the expensive bracelet and solemnly handed it to Julian Sinclair.

"President Sinclair, this is too valuable, I... can’t accept it without earning it. If you gave it to me, I can’t take it."

Julian’s expression instantly turned cold, and he said icily, "There’s no reason to take back something that’s been given out. If you don’t want it, just throw it away."

After speaking, he glanced at his watch and said, "It’s too late today; I’ll leave first."

His tall figure quickly disappeared at the door, the sound of the closing door weighing heavily on my heart.

I stood in place, my mood sinking bit by bit.

Some frightening thoughts began to emerge in my mind but were forcibly suppressed, not daring to let them surface.

Besides, how could I ever understand Julian’s thoughts completely?

Maybe in the end, it would all be my own wishful thinking!

Just like with Timothy, it was nothing more than my own fantasy!

Just then, Sharon’s voice came over: "Auntie Ellison, has Uncle Sinclair left?"

I snapped back to reality, nodded, "Yes, he left."

"I’ve finished my homework."

The little girl handed me her workbook, the neat handwriting unlike that of a child her age.

...

After that day, I never saw Julian Sinclair again, and he didn’t come to our company either.

A month passed in the blink of an eye, and Julian seemed to have vanished.

I suddenly realized, if Julian hadn’t deliberately created encounters, given our status and positions, perhaps we would never have crossed paths.

I sighed slightly, dispelling all kinds of thoughts from my mind, and focused on my work.

In the evening, my phone suddenly rang.

I answered the call and walked outside, "Jenna, what’s going on? I was just about to pick up Sharon."

"Zoe, come quickly! Doris and Sharon got into a fight! Serena Sawyer won’t let it go!"

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickened my pace to the garage.

When I arrived at the kindergarten, Serena Sawyer was there with Doris, and Sharon was in the teacher’s office.

There was still a faint trace of white cream on Sharon’s head.

Serena’s face, delicately made-up, was full of spite, accusing Jenna Sutton and the teacher, "Do you think that just because Doris’s dad is on a business trip and can’t back us up, you can blatantly bully my daughter?"

Jenna Sutton’s face was flushed with anger, "Stop twisting things! The surveillance footage clearly shows that Doris started it. She was the one who smeared cake on Sharon’s face first."

Serena stubbornly argued, "Even if our Doris did make a move, she didn’t hurt anyone; she was just joking around with Sharon! But Sharon actually pushed our Doris to the ground. If she gets hurt, can you take responsibility?"

After she finished speaking, she suddenly turned to stare at Sharon, who was cowering behind the teacher, her voice rising sharply, "You, apologize to my daughter right now!"

Sharon’s eyes were red, and her small hands tightly clenched the hem of her clothes. She sniffed, but stubbornly pursed her lips and shook her head.

I felt heartbroken, quickly walked over, squatted down first, gently embraced Sharon’s shoulders, used my fingertips to wipe away the tear marks on her cheeks, and softly comforted her, "Don’t be afraid, Sharon. If it’s not your fault, then we won’t apologize."

Once her emotions had slightly calmed, I stood up and said to Jenna Sutton, "Turn on the surveillance, I want to see it."

Jenna Sutton asked the teacher to pull up the surveillance, and the scene on the screen made me frown instantly.

Today is Sharon’s birthday, and yesterday I specifically made a cake for her to take to the kindergarten.

The children were all looking forward to it, but during the cake distribution, Doris suddenly rushed over and smashed the entire cake onto Sharon’s face.

Sharon must have been furious too; even rabbits bite when they’re cornered!

And with that, she pushed Doris to the ground.

I looked sternly at Doris and said, "Do you think what you did was right? Even if your dad comes over and sees the surveillance, he won’t side with you."

Doris turned her head defiantly, raising her chin, "I’m not apologizing! My mom said my dad donated a lot of money and toys to your kindergarten, why should I apologize?"

These words made my heart sink; Doris was being increasingly misled by Serena Sawyer!

I then met Serena Sawyer’s mocking gaze.

She crossed her arms, sneered deliberately in front of Doris, and said, "Miss Ellison, even a vicious tiger doesn’t eat its cubs! Who would have thought you’d use a little outsider girl to bully your own daughter to get back at Timothy? That’s just too cruel of you."

After she finished, Doris’s eyes were filled with hatred, staring at me as if I were truly the neglectful mother who abandoned her and aided outsiders in bullying her.

At that moment, Serena Sawyer squatted down to hug Doris, tearfully saying, "Doris, mom truly feels sorry for you. Your biological mother is so cruel to you and won’t even give you justice..."

Seeing Serena cry, Doris, already confused by her upbringing, pursed her mouth and her tears fell like broken beads, pointing at me with a sharp voice, "She’s not my mom! I don’t have such a bad mom!" 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

At that moment, Serena Sawyer and Doris looked exactly like a wronged "orphan and widow" being bullied.

Serena Sawyer wiped away Doris’s tears with her hand, deliberately raising her voice as if addressing the surrounding teachers, "It’s my fault for lacking capability, for not being able to demand justice for you right here. But don’t worry, when your dad returns from his business trip, I’ll definitely have him talk to the kindergarten so they can handle it fairly!"

Jenna Sutton couldn’t take it any longer, stepped forward, and coldly said, "Miss Sawyer, since you think our kindergarten can’t accommodate Doris, why not just talk to Timothy Xavier and transfer the child to another school? We really can’t serve such unreasonable children and parents in our kindergarten."

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, Serena Sawyer wasn’t angry. Instead, a smug smile appeared.

She slowly raised her hand, gently touched her flat abdomen, and spoke with a tone of boasting, "That’s probably not possible now. St. Jude’s Kindergarten is closest to The Xavier Manor. I’m pregnant now and can’t endure long journeys; having Doris attend here makes it convenient for me to pick her up and drop her off daily."

"Pregnant" caused Jenna Sutton and I to freeze at the spot.

Not that it hurt much, but it was definitely surprising.

Serena Sawyer met our gaze, the provocation in her eyes undisguised, "Miss Ellison, I’m truly sorry, I didn’t expect to be so lucky."

Looking at her smug demeanor, I felt no ripple in my heart, just spoke calmly, "Then I congratulate you. However, I must remind you, Timothy Xavier still adamantly refuses to divorce me. Even if you have this child, legally, they will only be an illegitimate child."

Jenna Sutton immediately chimed in, purposefully amplifying her voice, "What does it matter? The law now states that illegitimate children can have the same inheritance rights as legitimate ones! Some people just enjoy snatching others’ husbands and stealing others’ lives. Maybe having a few more illegitimate children, they feel they’ve gained something, not losing at all!"

"You!"

Serena Sawyer’s expression instantly turned ashen, her fingers tightly clutching the hem of her clothes, her knuckles turning white.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing her anger, turned to stare at me, "Miss Ellison, whether it’s an illegitimate child or a legitimate one, after they’re born, I’ll be their only mom! Believe it, ask Doris whom she calls mom now?"

At the last moment, Serena Sawyer suddenly leaned forward two steps, lowered her voice to a level only we two could hear, filled with malice, "Speaking of which, I really have to thank you for giving me such a considerate daughter like Doris."

After her words dropped, she stopped looking at my ashen face, dragged the still sniffling Doris away without looking back.

At the doorway, she suddenly remembered something, and said, "I know Miss Ellison is a journalist, can’t shake off the bad habit of secretly recording people’s privacy! But don’t forget, the incident took place at St. Jude’s Kindergarten. Timothy Xavier is a major shareholder here; you better not bring trouble upon yourselves. Also, when he’s back from his business trip, he’ll seek justice for his daughter."

As soon as she finished, Sharon suddenly ran out.

Her little hand gently tugged on Serena Sawyer’s sleeve, her voice shaky with grievance, "Auntie, I-I am willing to apologize, can you please not let Doris’s dad make things difficult for Auntie Ellison?"

Serena Sawyer glanced at her with disgust, suddenly flinging Sharon’s hand away.

The child’s strength was weak, and being pushed like this, she staggered backward and heavily fell onto the cold ground.

"Sharon!"

I rushed over to help her up, "Did you hurt yourself anywhere?"

Sharon frowned slightly and said softly, "It seems like my foot hurts."

Serena exclaimed angrily, "Serves you right!"

Afterward, she intended to leave.

However, Jenna took a few steps forward to grab her wrist and said, "You can’t leave! Serena Sawyer, as an adult, is this how you bully a child? If anything happens to Sharon, even if Timothy Xavier is here, I won’t let this go! Just see if I dare expose you!"

For the sake of the family business, Jenna Sutton has always endured Serena.

But now, she’s also nearing the end of her patience.

I carefully lifted Sharon’s pant leg, only to see that a large patch of skin on her ankle was rubbed raw, red and swollen.

"Is it this serious?"

Feeling both shocked and angry, I looked up, wanting an explanation from Serena.

Sharon, being innocent, explained to me, "Auntie Ellison, don’t worry, it didn’t scrape off much skin. This is actually a red birthmark that looks like a wound. The teachers in the orphanage used to say I had it since birth."

Suddenly enlightened, I still felt the need to demand an apology from Serena.

But when I looked at Serena, I found her staring fixedly at Sharon, her face pale.

I was filled with confusion.

Serena’s reaction was too strange; she was domineering one moment and looked as if she’d seen a ghost the next.

Before I could speak, Serena snapped back to reality, grabbed Doris’s hand, her voice carrying an unconcealable panic, "Let’s go!"

Jenna blocked her path, saying, "No way! You can’t leave unless you apologize today! As an adult bullying a child, aren’t you ashamed?"

To our surprise, Serena didn’t argue and directly apologized, "Sorry, I wasn’t careful just now, okay!"

After speaking, she flung Jenna’s hand aside, dragging Doris with her, walking out in a fluster.

"How strange."

I murmured to myself, "Why did she react like that just now?"

Jenna snorted coldly, "Guilty conscience! She must be afraid we’ll expose her for treating a child this way, so she had no choice but to apologize. Didn’t you notice how unwilling she was to apologize?"

Though I found it strange, I couldn’t figure it out, so I decided to take Sharon home to treat her ankle wound.

"Does it hurt?"

I blew gently on the wound, asking softly.

Sharon shook her head, carefully asking, "Auntie, when are my mom and dad going to pick me up?"

Talking about this left me speechless.

It’s been over a month, Julian Sinclair has vanished, and The Hawthorne Family has said nothing about when they’ll pick up the child?

I took out my phone, hesitated for a moment, and could only actively call Julian.

Upon hearing the man’s deep, steady voice, my heart skipped a beat, and I quickly got to the point, "Sharon misses her mom and dad. Even if she’s with her adoptive parents, you can’t just leave the child with me indefinitely, right? Besides, today is her birthday."

Julian paused for a moment and said, "I’ll talk to Mason Hawthorne and let him contact you."

After speaking, he seemed ready to hang up.

I quickly said, "Well... you..."

"What’s the matter?" Julian asked.

I was at a loss for words and didn’t know what to say, so I asked, "Have you been... well lately?"

"Yes, quite well."

He replied perfunctorily.

I was completely unable to continue the conversation, so I hung up.

Sharon’s eyes were bright, expectantly asking me, "Uncle Sinclair said something? Will my dad come to pick me up?"

At that moment, my phone rang, it was an unknown number from Silverstream.

I immediately realized it should be Mason.

I quickly pressed the speakerphone, and Mason first thanked me, then consoled Sharon.

"Recently, your mom’s emotions haven’t been stable, and dad is afraid you’ll feel bad coming back."

Mason’s voice was very gentle and patiently said, "Sharon, wait a bit longer, dad will definitely come to pick you up soon, okay?"

Sharon’s eyes showed a hint of disappointment, but she agreed sweetly, "Once Sharon goes back, she definitely won’t make mom angry and will be nice to the little sister."

"Dad knows, our Sharon is the best child."

After soothing his daughter, Mason said to me, "Miss Ellison, Sharon has really been a bother to you. I’ll transfer three million to you again, just give me your bank account number."

I quickly said, "No need, the card you gave me last time, I haven’t finished using it."

Mason said, "That card is for Sharon’s living expenses, this three million is your reward, so I need your personal account number."

"Really, there’s no need, you’re too kind."

I refused, hurriedly ending the call.

Looking at Sharon’s aggrieved and helpless appearance, I couldn’t help but feel soft, reaching out to ruffle her hair, "Auntie will make something delicious for you, okay?"

"Okay."

She tried to smile, following me to the kitchen.

With that, Sharon and I spent a simple yet warm birthday.

At night, before Sharon went to sleep, I asked, "Sharon, Auntie only found out about your birthday last night, so there was no time to prepare a gift. Do you have any wishes? Tomorrow is the weekend, Auntie will accompany you."

"Really? Can I go to the amusement park? I haven’t been to the amusement park in a long, long time."

The little girl’s eyes were shining bright.

"Of course."

I tucked her in, saying, "You sleep first, and we’ll set off early tomorrow."

After lulling Sharon to sleep, I sat back at the computer to update my novel.

Just then, my phone rang; a call from The Xavier Manor.

I instinctively furrowed my brows.

No doubt, Serena must have gone back to complain and Timothy Xavier was calling to demand an explanation.

I didn’t answer, continuing to focus on my work.

The phone stopped ringing for a moment, then started again.

This time, it was Nanny Lowell.

I felt that Timothy Xavier was becoming increasingly shameless; unable to reach me, he resorted to using Nanny Lowell’s phone.

But I still didn’t answer.

Then, a text message came: "Madam, please answer the phone, I have an urgent matter!"